Blue Caprice Page #3
Good morning.
See my son anywhere?
He's not really your son, is he?
He's a chess prodigy. I'm his tutor.
And I'm George Washington.
Want a beer or something?
Hey.
You live around here? You got a job?
I go to school.
You go to Lincoln or Covenant?
Yeah.
Which one?
Lincoln.
Oh, me too. I never see you there.
I just moved here with my dad.
So I guess I'll see you at school.
Yeah. S-see you around.
There you are.
Besides, nobody saw you, right, hmm?
I-I don't remember.
If nobody saw you, nobody knows.
- I ran.
- You did great!
I think it was the wrong lady!
It doesn't matter.
It could be anybody.
Anybody could've done it.
And if it could be anybody,
then we're invisible.
Do you understand?
We can do it again.
No!
Whenever, wherever we want.
They took my gun.
They took my kids,
and now I have you.
I don't want to do it again!
Okay.
Okay. I'll tell you what.
Get up. That didn't hurt.
Get up!
So, what would you rather, hmm?
Go back home and wait on mama?
Huh?!
Good.
That's good.
- What a nice surprise.
- Thank you.
- Do you want ice in it?
- Yeah.
- What do you need?
- Here, beer.
You know, you know it's not
crazy to kill people.
They do it every day.
Are you guys gonna order anything?
I even know who the next one
should be.
Hey, Bonnie, you set up?
Or do you want a burger?
Bonnie, get your burger.
Hey, dude.
You got it.
Jamie, Jamie, where's the baby?
Go check. See, her car's gone.
I saw her leave 10 minutes ago.
The baby's out front.
Why do I have to know where
the baby is? Find the baby.
- She's out front!
- F*** you.
Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
Mm, there's my baby.
Is everything okay?
Yes, ma'am.
There's plenty of food outside.
Why don't you go get something?
I got this.
Yes, ma'am.
Come here. Come to mama.
Aww, there, there.
Oh, do you want to go to the party?
Come on.
Oh, no.
- Need help with that?
- Yeah, sure. You want to take over?
I got it, baby. I got it.
I thought you were bringing me
a plate, little dude?
Coming through.
I think it's in the
left-hand drawer.
Do you know where
they keep the aluminum foil?
F*** a duck!
Hey, dude. You want to come
give us a hand here?
Lift that puppy up.
I knew we were bulking
you up for some reason.
All right, drop it.
All right, there we go. Bingo!
I knew you were hiding somewhere.
to the heavy artillery.
It's not real.
He just thinks it's real
'cause he's got the f***ing job,
wears a suit every day.
But then this black dude
comes and wakes him up.
And the black dude says,
"Everybody's asleep.
You've been asleep.
And the machines have
f***ing taken over the world.
And the machines
are using the people
as f***ing batteries."
So, he's got to fight the
machine and the people.
It's f***ing whack.
F***.
Here, give me.
There's a way you can set it
so they can't kill you.
Check this out.
Doom.
Firing. Firing.
Ray.
How many people have you killed?
Look at me, man. I'm a f***ing
killing machine. I don't count 'em.
In the army, I mean.
F***ing army?
I was in the motor pool.
Like your dad.
I didn't kill anybody.
What do you think it feels like?
I don't know, dude.
Bad.
Maybe it doesn't feel like anything.
I mean, it's mostly been burnt.
I got it, I got it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
So, this guy comes, and he's
trying to sell me these steaks,
right, which he clearly stole.
I said, um, "Where'd you
get the steaks from?"
"Hey, come on, man, just buy
the steaks. I have kids to feed."
I look at him for a minute.
I'm looking around.
He got to be jerking my chain.
I said, "Well, feed 'em steak!"
Hey.
Let's button this up.
I want you to relax.
It's gonna be okay, all right?
Just take a deep breath.
You have a full clip.
When it's time to pull the trigger,
you don't stop pulling
until he's down.
Hey. Will you do this for me? Hmm?
Come on, let's go.
I did it. I did it.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
- You hurt?
- No.
- You good?
- Yeah.
Where's the money?
What?
The money -- get the money.
Get the money!
A little banged up on the front end,
but that's just body damage.
I'm not afraid to put in some work.
There's nothing wrong with it,
not on the inside, anyway.
Just, you know, wear and tear.
Life bangs you up.
Knew the cop that drove it --
real dirtbag.
What, do you -- you run
a business or something?
Nah, this is for my son.
Hey, buddy.
Okay, I'll leave you to it.
What's with the face?
You don't like the color?
Okay, we'll take it.
What's the first thing that you do?
What's the first thing you do?
Right.
You don't want cops messing with you
because of a little thing like that.
Okay. Roll forward 10 feet.
You know what you did wrong?
Yes, sir.
All right.
Okay! Put the car in drive
and roll forward 10 feet!
Good.
Stop. Reverse.
Left turn -- hard left.
Keep it left. Hit the gas.
Keep it left.
The primary mission
of a sniper in combat
is to support combat
operations by delivering
precise long-range fire
on selected targets.
By this, the sniper creates
casualties among enemy troops,
slows enemy movement,
frightens enemy soldiers,
lowers morale,
and adds confusion
to their operations.
A well-trained sniper,
combined with the inherent accuracy
of his rifle and ammunition,
is a versatile supporting arm
available to the infantry commander.
The sniper must be able to calmly
and deliberately kill targets
that may not pose
It is much easier to kill
in self-defense
or in the defense of others
than to kill without
apparent reason.
A sniper must not be susceptible
to emotions such as anxiety
or remorse.
Oh, sh*t.
So, you're the guy.
Well, I pictured you
a little different,
but it's cool.
Yeah, yeah, man,
it's cool, you know?
I don't give a sh*t.
So, you boys ain't
from around here, huh?
That's cool.
I like your guys, uh --
I like your style, bro.
Well, check it out.
You're gonna want to make a right
here, all right? A nice hard right.
What do you have? Grenades?
Say what now?
Semtex?
- Plastic? - Whoa, look, I ain't
Fort-f***ing-Bragg, friend.
What do you have, then?
I got land mines.
Land mines.
Land mines.
Yeah, they're German --
great craftsmanship.
I mean, they're a little old,
but a mine's a mine, right?
Come on, man, w-what's going on?
Look, what the f*** you doing, man?
We can't use land mines.
All right, look, I-I'm down
for your f***ing cause,
you know, your black panther sh*t.
All right, you want to blow some
sh*t up, blow some sh*t up.
I don't give a f***ing sh*t,
all right?
Please get out of the car.
Sh*t.
And remember, my dad has your
address and your telephone number.
I've created a monster.
Go back up!
You've got to brake quick.
If you're gonna get that much speed,
you got to get off the gas
and brake quicker. Let's go!
Brake! Get up to speed.
Come as close as you can, spin.
Brake!
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